[Lyric] Liverpool Girl (Ian McNabb)

She's a Liverpool girl
She likes her crisps
She likes a drink
She likes to think she's headed somewhere better than the place she is

She's a Liverpool girl
She loves to dance
She's always go an answer for the immature dweller of the chip shop door

If it seems she's overzealous
Don't complain, you should be jealous
No one else can love as well as
Liverpool girl, Liverpool girl

Liverpool girl
Never shy
Always looks you in the eye
You have to know it's do-or-die, or this bird'll fly

She's a Liverpool girl
She'll take you home
She'll keep you talking on the phone
The football gets her going on a Saturday
She's a Liverpool girl
She's got a plan
She wants to move across the water if she can find a man with cash in hand

Don't she look just like her mother
Strangely nothing like her brother
Look out kid here comes another
Liverpool girl, Liverpool girl

Liverpool Girl
Goes to Cream
Takes an E and lets off steam
She's dancing under laser beams in silver jeans

Likes to hand around musicians
All her girlfriends are beauticians
Full of wit and intuition
Liverpool girl, Liverpool girl

Liverpool girl
Very loud
Hard to blend into the crowd
Her old man says she's in the clouds, he's very proud

She's a Liverpool girl
Don't wear a coat
The laughter from her golden throat can be heard from the Irish boat
My Liverpool girl, Liverpool girl
Liverpool girl

She's a Liverpool girl